Silent Reading Chapter 97: Verkhovinsky (7)

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"The witness was named Xia Xiaonan, a girl, and Feng Bin and the others in the same class. A few days ago, a few students ran away together. I don't know why the two of them were together. Maybe they were separated from other people." Xiao Haiyang followed Luo Wenzhou, like a banging dot-reading machine. It’s enough if you don’t know how to click him. “When Feng Bin was killed last night, the girl was hiding in the trash can next to him. The boy might I want to protect her."

Luo Wenzhou strode towards the direction of the ambulance and asked: "Since these students are still in the city, why haven't they found anyone for so long?"

"They don’t know where to get a bunch of anonymous mobile phone cards, it’s not easy to locate," Xiao Haiyang paused, and then said, "Besides, they are all such big people. They even took them when they ran away from home. Money, left a letter, no one thought that they would really have an accident. The grassroots police force has always been tense, and sometimes they will give priority to the more urgent..."

Luo Wenzhou did not work at the grassroots level. Of course, he knew what was going on. He waved his hand and interrupted Xiao Haiyang: "You mean, both students have mobile phones on them? When was the incident?"

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback: "The forensic doctor took a look just now, and it was preliminarily inferred that it was the first half of the night."

"In the first half of the night," Luo Wenzhou paused, "Since the girl was fine, why didn't she call the police afterwards?"

Xia Xiaonan, the only eyewitness of this terrible dismemberment case, not only did not call the police, she also stayed in the trash can for half the night, scaring the cleaner who found the corpse into a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

The fifteen-year-old girl is very slender, with melon seeds, a small face, and beautiful eyes. She is a beautiful woman. It's just that the image of this club is not very decent-she is rotten and smelly, sitting stupidly in a small corner, holding a schoolbag tightly in her arms, her face is pale, her eyes are black, like a missing soul A short body doll.

When Luo Wenzhou passed by, he found that Lang Qiao, the policewomen and the medical staff of Yishui were all there, standing around Xia Xiaonan, no one dared to approach.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at the weird atmosphere: "What's the matter, what are you watching here?"

"Boss, don't go there, this child may be a little irritated," Lang Qiao said in a low voice, "I didn't respond to talking to her, and screamed when someone approached him, not even the most kind doctor over there. We are now waiting for the parents to see if she is forced to give her a shot to calm her down."

Luo Wenzhou bent down from a distance, trying to meet the girl's sight. Xia Xiaonan's gaze was worthy of meeting him, and she seemed to be out of focus, passing him randomly.

"Several police stations assisted the school and their parents to find them for three or four days. Okay, the police didn't find anyone, so let the bad guys find it." Lang Qiao muttered, "What do you call this? "

"Adjust the surveillance nearby. This is a tourist area, there are not so many dead spots, and the murderer can't be invisible. Besides, let the brothers don't idle, convenience stores, supermarkets, restaurants...all walk around and ask A few bear children are away from home. It’s impossible not to eat or drink. Someone must have seen them.” Luo Wenzhou said this, suddenly frowned, and pointed at the bag in Xia Xiaonan’s arms, “Erlang, look at her. What's the rub on the bag? Is it dirty or blood?"

Lang Qiao didn't have time to take a closer look, when he suddenly braked behind him, and the tires made a sharp rubbing sound, as if he had opened the ground three inches.

The police doctors present shivered collectively.

Lang Qiao looked back and murmured: "No, I'm afraid of this."

I saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman stab the car door, her feet were not touching the ground, and the person had already rushed out. She was like a reed tossed by the strong wind. She shook for a few steps and fell to the ground without any means. She fell half of her body with blood stains and a look of horror. She grabbed the policeman who was going to help her and almost slapped her pants. And take it off: "I... where is my son? Where is my Binbin?"

"It seems to be the deceased Feng Bin his mother." Lang Qiao whispered.

"Let the forensic doctors be quicker and move the body into the bag quickly," Luo Wenzhou gave her a light push and urged, "Don't let the family see it, take it away quickly, after the autopsy will be completed and sewn. Let’s talk about it."

But it's too late.

Feng Bin's mother was originally a middle-aged woman with slender feet, and her body was clearly not two or two, but after seeing the alleys where the forensic doctors entered and exited, she suddenly jumped up and smashed away with great force. In order to try to pull her husband and the policeman, she had to step forward and see what was going on.

Just one glance, she was torn apart for the rest of her life.

The woman sat on the ground without saying a word. The medical staff who had been guarding Xia Xiaonan had to rush to rescue her first. She was dragged aside by everyone in her delusion. When she looked up and saw Xia Xiaonan curled up in the corner, Feng Bin shivered fiercely, and immediately woke up, holding her hands and feet together: "Classmate, what do you know? Right? Do you know who killed us Binbin?"

Xia Xiaonan was pulled by her coat, her whole body convulsed, and she let out a howl that didn't sound like a human voice.

For a time, crying, consoling, questioning, and the girl's high-decibel, enduring screams bombarded people's ears, and the scene was chaotic.

Luo Wenzhou was quarreled so that one head turned into two big heads. He raised his hand to hold his ears, and glanced back at the old-fashioned alleys. Will the murderer really be Lu Guosheng 15 years ago? If it is him, how should you explain to the victim's family and tell them that a ghost who has been wandering for fifteen years and has left the police without clues has harmed your son?

Why did Lu Guosheng suddenly show up? Is he out of money? Why would you focus on middle school students? Is it because fifteen years have passed, he is not strong enough, and there is no helper around him, so he no longer has the confidence to attack adults?

Also, the corpse of the deceased Feng Bin was covered with his own school uniform. The murderer seemed to be afraid that he would catch a cold. What does this mean? Is that person still guilty and regretful after the murder? But if he really still has that bit of humanity, can he do the dismemberment and destroy the eyeballs of a young boy who hasn't grown up yet?

Why?

Feng Bin’s father staggered back to the side of the road, suddenly unable to take care of his wife's emotions. He barely maintained a calm and easily communicated businessman temperament, and even nodded at him when Luo Wenzhou looked over. , As if trying to squeeze a smile, but failed.

"I was too busy at work. I didn't see him once in ten and a half months, and sent him to boarding school, as if he was a cumbersome nowhere to pass," the father said, "Am I wrong?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't answer.

Feng Bin's father said, the back bones disappeared in the air, then he squatted down, curled up into a ball, and slowly covered his face.

"Has Xia Xiaonan's parents notified?" Luo Wenzhou squeezed the bridge of his nose hard, turned his head and asked his men, "What about people? Why haven't they come? When can the girl say something?"

On the road where the popularity is becoming more and more prosperous, the traffic is beginning to show up. Suddenly, an electric wheelchair suddenly goes upstream and drove towards this side. The old man in the wheelchair probably thinks that this transportation tool runs too slowly and stretches hard. He held his neck and pointed his head forward, like an old tortoise. The wheelchair passed a hurdle. His center of gravity was tilted too far and he turned over from the electric wheelchair.

Tao Ran happened to be nearby. He witnessed this small traffic accident and hurriedly ran to help the old man: "My God, why do you always come out with this thing? It's okay, huh? The road is blocked, this Can’t go..."

The old man struggled, grabbed Tao Ran's wrist, and said vaguely: "Hou Lan..."

Tao Ran was taken aback: "What?"

The old man looked at him sadly, his lips trembled nervously.

"West, West Concave... Nan!"

"Xia Xiaonan's parents have died, and there is only one grandfather in the family. In the first two years, he suffered a brain hemorrhage and left a lot of sequelae. She has a clear brain, but she has difficulty walking and no one can understand her speech." He returned to the city from the scene. At the game, it was almost noon. Tao Ran had used the level of Chinese listening level 16 and had difficulty communicating with Xia Xiaonan's grandfather. He sighed, "It's too pitiful, I think it's better to be stupid." "

Luo Wenzhou asked: "Why does her family still go to boarding school?"

"The family is too difficult. Her grandfather's medical expenses are not covered by medical insurance. At the time, Yufen wanted to recruit some good students to be the front door. The scholarship was generous. Besides, the old man was a bit stubborn and didn't want to let people. Think of him as a useless person. Usually the housework is done by himself, and no one else is allowed to take care of him."

"Forget about others," said a detective next to him, "but I really can't figure out how a girl like Xia Xiaonan would leave--I just checked, this girl has entered the top 50 in the city's high school entrance examination, so just keep this Achievement, Yufen gives her a scholarship of 20,000 yuan each year. Her grades have always been top-notch, which should be no problem. The school teacher also said that she was introverted, but she was very sensible and never worried about her studies. Run away from school? It's such a situation in her family, so she has the heart to throw her grandfather away? Then this girl is too heartless."

Luo Wenzhou didn’t say a word. He flipped through his mobile phone to read the letter left by Feng Bin before leaving. This thing was quite popular on the Internet. At this time, the news of Feng Bin’s killing has not spread. People are still criticizing the education system and Chinese-style parent-child relationship.

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while and forwarded the link of the letter to Fei Du. Just after sending it, someone came in at the door: "Team Luo, Feng Bin and Xia Xiaonan's head teachers are here!"

Fei Du's cell phone buzzed softly, indicating that there was new information. His cell phone was pressed under a pile of things, and he didn't hear it for a while.

Assistant Miao handed over the signed pen, looked down at Luo Yiguo who was arrogantly patrolling next to her, and while Fei Du was reading the documents, she wanted to play with the cat for a while, so she asked: "Zong Fei, this cat Tick ​​people?"

Fei Du said: "Twist."

Assistant Miao: "..."

She retracted her outstretched hand silently, and looked around the simple and modern house: "You... live here now?"

Fei Du gently pushed his glasses and looked up at her.

"Um..." Assistant Miao hesitated and said very tactfully, "It is so different from the feel of your office, it doesn't seem to be a style."

Fei Du smiled noncommitantly. Compared with his office, most people in the world are as simple and poor as public toilets, but that is not his style. At this time, a framework agreement was revealed, and Fei Du scanned it in a glance. The content was not problematic, but there was a special smell between the pages. He paused, squeezed it and smelled it-mint, basil... and a little mixed berry fragrance.

Fei Du raised his eyes and glanced at Assistant Miao, who smiled bitterly at him. Mr. Fei is notorious for being not anxious, and his aesthetics is not a secret. Even Zhang Donglai knows that he prefers people and things that are delicate on the outside and a little irritating on the inside. People often use this to get some crooked thoughts.

Fei Du put down the agreement, took out a wet paper towel and wiped his hands: "When did our company pay attention to special printing paper? Do we have any nepotism with the Saudi Arabia?"

Assistant Miao explained in a low voice: "It's President Su's newly recruited assistant."

"Don’t Su always ask me to go out for dinner?" Fei Du laughed silently, but his eyes were a little cold. Elder, can be the regent."

Assistant Miao didn't dare to answer the conversation-Mr. Fei’s former confidants, after Fei Du took power, they have basically gone out of business. They are better off for the elderly, and they have been caught a little bit more. , I ate the prison meal directly, and there were all kinds of accidents who resigned by themselves. Up to now, there is only Su Cheng, the only surviving veteran, who is still the most mediocre one.

"But I like his self-inflating stupid-go back and tell him, I'm not free, he is old, first wipe his buttocks, and then talk about these low-level methods more cheaply. If Someone wants to see me, so they come to me by themselves. I don’t like this circumstantial way.” Fei Du said this, and then blinked at Assistant Miao, his tone eased, “How can you not help me stop? First gear, am I not yours? Is it because I don’t go back and you don’t love me anymore?"

Assistant Miao has long been accustomed to his capriciousness of turning her face and making fun of him. She doesn’t change her face, but asks strangely: “Who wants President Su to recommend you and make him such a big man? Circle?"

"Some unimportant people." Fei Du quickly signed the remaining documents and sent Assistant Miao out. Before leaving, he remembered something and said, "Right, have the food prices risen again recently? Tell HR , To raise the standard of lunch subsidy by 30% for everyone, so that you can only have energy to do things if you eat well."

The boss said to send money! Assistant Miao didn't have any comments this time, and he responded crisply, even in a lively footstep: "President Fei, how do you know that food prices have risen?"

Because I saw the label when I was washing the vegetables, I asked a lot about it, and someone said "I don't know the suffering in the world".

Fei Du didn't speak, and used his toes to put Luo Yiguo who followed him back into the room, and smiled and waved goodbye to Assistant Miao.

Someone is testing his control over the company.

Fei Du opened the window to let the lingering smell of perfume dissipate.

The "people" are too cautious. They have never shown any signs in front of him for so many years. However, in the Zhou case, they were forced to break their arms to survive, and they lost the big gold masters Zheng Kaifeng and Zhou Junmao. Now Life must be very difficult, so there is an urgent need to tap new sources of funds.

It seems that his upside-down reputation over the years, the method of loosening outside and tightening inside, the action of wanting to unplug Fei Chengyu's ventilator in the Binhai Nursing Home, and throwing down the huge company to join the new round." The behavior of the "Picture Album" project...many kinds of things, finally completed the long foreshadowing, forcing the "those people" to start trying to contact him.

But...

Fei Du drew his mobile phone from under the dining table, planning to browse the mobile app of the reading program—and there was a force of power that was mixed in it, even if he accidentally helped him. He repeated it several times. I tried to track it down, but there was no result. Who would it be?

At this time, he saw the link and message that Luo Wenzhou had forwarded to him.

Luo Wenzhou said: "This letter is not right, you can help me read it."

In the reception room of the Municipal Bureau, a forty-year-old female teacher and a male student were chatting with the police in charge of the reception. It was Feng Bin's class teacher and class leader.

Luo Wenzhou listened to the door for a while and caught a glimpse of the boy’s clothes. The boy put his school uniform jacket on his arms and stood aside. He was completely different from the messy hairy boys of the same age. He saw Luo Wenzhou at the door. He smiled politely. Luo Wenzhou somehow remembered the juvenile version of Fei Du. Upon closer inspection, he found that the brand of the shirt on the boy was very familiar-he had seen more than one shirt when he arranged the closet for Fei Du, the brand name. I don't know how to pronounce it.

A little kid wearing such expensive clothes?

Luo Wenzhou frowned. This Yufen Middle School is indeed a club for the rich second generation.

"Boss," Lang Qiao walked over quickly, whispered in his ear, "the murderer was photographed in the intersection surveillance."

Luo Wenzhou turned his head quickly.

"I don't know, seniors, please look at it, it seems...that is Lu Guosheng."